What angel awakes me from my flowery bed? Titania
Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Mustardseed, Moth. Names of the darn fairies.
I fear it, I promise you. Starveling
Bless thee, bless thee, Bottom! thou art translated! Quince
By'r a lakin, a parlous fear. Snout
Will the ladies not be afeard of the lion? Snout
find moonshine, find moonshine! Bottom
Must I speak now? Flute
brisky juvenal... Flute
What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here?
So near the cradle of the fairy queen?
What, a play too? I'll be an auditor
And an actor, too, if I see cause.
Puck (I just love this guy!)
Are we all met? Quince
Pat, pat...blah blah blah. Bottom
eke most lovely Jew Flute
Odours, odours. Quince
I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done and well. Starveling
Considering that all that is rattled off from memory, and I've only started actually reading Shakespeare last night, I think it's pretty good, eh? Not.
Oh well.
